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There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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aita for maybe kinda sort of causing the apocalypse??

ok so its a really long story but basically this summer i (12f until a couple days ago) and my brother (12m until a couple days ago) went to stay with our grunkle for the summer and it was really fun!! i got to make all kinds of new friends and help my brother hunt monsters and i loved staying there!! but then summer was ending and we had to leave and my friends werent going to be able to go to our birthday party and i also found out high school was maybe going to be really bad?? and then WORST of all my brother wasnt even going to be coming home with me!! he wanted to stay there and take on some apprenticeship with our other grunkle (he was kind of in some weird nightmare dimension for most of the summer?? so we didnt get to meet him through most of it but it turns out he wrote this book my brother really likes) so id have to go home all alone and i basically was going to lose everything

and the problem was that the end of summer also seemed really bad for everyone?? our grunkle was going to get kicked out of the house slash gift shop and the gift shop was gonna close AND my one friend had to go to music camp and it sounded like she really didnt wanna go to music camp and my other friend had to go on some trip with her boyfriend but it also seemed like she didnt wanna do that?? and my brother would probably miss me too if he only got to see me every summer, right?? so obviously we just needed more summer!!

and i didnt really know how to do that but when i heard that my brother wasnt going home with me i ran off into the woods because i needed a moment and i maybe kinda accidentally grabbed his bag instead of mine because they looked similar but i probably could have looked closer or not run off in the first place. and while i was there this guy came up to me and said he could help!! and i thought he was this time traveler guy we met a while ago who kinda wanted us both dead for a while because we maybe sort of ruined his life over some petty argument but its okay because we got him out of time jail AND got his job back AND gave him pretty hair!! so i thought it wasnt that weird that he was offering to help because he doesnt hate us anymore right??

so he asked for this weird nerdy thing and by then i realized i had my brothers bag and my brother loves weird nerdy things so he might have had it! and i didnt know what the weird nerdy thing did but i should have not given it to the guy because it wasnt even mine to begin with and that was stupid but i did give it to him because he promised more summer and more summer would have fixed everyones problems!!

but when i gave it to him he immediately threw it on the ground and smashed it which okay maybe thats just part of the process but he was also laughing really evilly and then also revealed that he was actually this demon guy we knew who was trying to end the world and that the thing i gave him was the thing stopping the world from ending?? and since i gave it to him the apocalypse was my fault right? like it wouldnt have happened if i was just reasonable about the whole thing or if i just didnt give him my brothers weird nerdy thing so the whole things basically my fault

we did stop the whole thing but really by we i mostly mean our grunkles because they tricked the demon guy into going into one of their heads but not the one he wanted to go into and then our other grunkle made our first grunkle forget everything and it was really sad but the apocalypse ended AND we got our grunkle to remember everything so its all okay now!! and our birthday party went well and my friends were able to make it and my brother decided to go back home with me so everything should be fine right??

but i still feel really bad about it because i like. basically caused the apocalypse just to get my own stupid way and i could have not done that and the whole thing is my fault and people could have DIED just because i couldnt accept that people might not want to do everything with me so im ta right???

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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idontknowreallywhy · 3 months

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2 - Absence

Ok ok ok so I can explain.

So what happened was @lenfantdeverone wrote THIS which accosted me early in the morning and I accidentally wrote THIS and then I sort of incorporated that history into a Scott inner monologue in a chapter of Estera which then made me think “well, what actually did happen with Virgil?” which prompted THIS which made people tell me to make sure I fixed the Virg which I absolutely intended to do when I sat down on the train today but it all got a bit complicated and I ended up making it worse.

In summary, this is absolutely @lenfantdeverone’s fault and not in any way mine. I write fluff. FLUFF I tell you.

However I do *definitely* have a plan for making him better, I promise. Just… not today.

Is part of the whole Scott is MIA presumed KIA in Bereznik period. Trigger warnings for that plus mental health and hospital stuff… if that’s going to be difficult for you, handle with care.

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Virgil kicked irritably at the scratchy soulless sheets and threw himself on to his other side with a quiet growl. Now the unfamiliar dark had a blurry glow of something-or-other in it… he frowned, trying to force his synapses to push through the cloying effects of the sedatives and process what it was. Oh. The lcd display of the tiny clock on the bedside unit gleamed at him. But his eyes were too out of focus to read the time… or were they? He squinted. No… His glass had been removed again and replaced with the hated translucent plastic tumbler that made water taste like it had been drawn from a long abandoned watering can. It was blocking the numbers and now he knew that, it irritated him. He reached out to nudge it to one side but the clumsy half-numb bunch of sausages that had replaced his once dexterous hand swiped it to the floor with a clatter.

He closed his eyes in defeat as a nurse came running and swept away his mumbled apologies with a constant monologue of reassurance. She checked his vitals and he flinched at the stench of antiseptic that surrounded her like a cloud, the cold dead touch of gloved fingers. Everything smelled so cold. There was no song here, not even the comforting background hum of familiarity of home. Just a constant clashing chord of harsh, sterile emptiness.

The nurse finally left with a promise of returning with more of the cursed meds which made him drowsy and incapable of coherent thought but couldn’t take away the ache of loneliness and the sense that he’d lost the better part of his soul.

This was his own fault of course. Barely three months of trying to hold the mantle of big brothering and it had all proved too much. He couldn’t keep the promise. He hadn’t even meant it when he made it because the words Scott had said as he left were just what people in the military always said before they left home. Leave nothing unspoken, make sure they can go on without you. Nobody really MEANT any of it…

He hadn’t believed for a second that he had needed to mean it, that he would step into his brother’s enormous, if technically a size smaller, shoes. Virgil had tried, he’d tried so hard but he’d lost his way. He couldn’t be Scott and he didn’t want to be Virgil anymore because he couldn’t see how there could even be a Virgil without a Scott.

What was the earth without the sky?

He closed his eyes and tried to let himself drift into blessed oblivion but his eyes stung and he found he couldn’t ignore them. He dragged his face over the already damp pillow, trying to wipe away the tears but too many more came.

Cold hands again, brushing the hair from his face and rolling him over. He didn’t want to roll over. They didn’t care. His face was wiped gently with a cheap towel that smelled of too strong soap and he wanted to fight and run away but his limbs were like lead. He wanted to run away and find Scott but nobody would let him follow his brother. He’d always followed his Scotty, ever since he could crawl and he wasn’t going to let a little thing like an exploded plane come between them.

He was dimly aware that saying things like that was perhaps related to why he was imprisoned here and clenched his mouth closed so the words wouldn’t come out and make them increase his sentence. He smiled his most charming smile at the nurse and told her he was fine and Scott grinned his way more charming grin and told him off for stealing his catchphrase.

She squeezed his jaw gently and put the capsule on his tongue. Scotty winked at him. He sipped the water and swallowed obediently. Then closed his eyes and rested his head back on the new, dry but equally hollow smelling pillowcase and tried to look relaxed. There was a discussion at the doorway and it was pulled softly to, but not closed. Easier for them to sneak in and out he presumed.

Slowly, activating every last mental faculty he had, he eased the tablet from between his back right molars with the tip of his tongue and spat it into the palm of his hand. Scotty grinned again and threw it away for him. Together they were going to get out of here.

He just needed to wait.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #Tw: grief #Tw: pow #Tw: mental health #Tw: hospitalisation (involuntary)#Presence fic

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 29 days

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Chapter 2 of Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at - An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic

Chapter 2: Comfort Before the Interview

<-Previous Chapter

Word count: 2996

Chapter summary: The next day, you try to be there for Oswald on the day of his big interview.

Warnings: canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state, a lot of angst (Oswald feeling miserable, fear of abandonment)

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Wow, I actually made a second picture just for this story?!

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The next morning there were no less than fourteen missed calls from Oswald on your phone but you couldn't reach his phone or landline.

You texted him, What is it,Oswald? Are you ok? and got dressed quickly.

When he finally called back, you immediately asked what was wrong.

He was incredibly anxious and hesitant, "It-it's nothing more than nerves. I've got that big interview today. You know the one. P-plus, I accidentally hit the button a few times when my hands were jittery. Silly me, haha. They still do that sometimes, out of Arkham or not." Oswald paused to catch his breath, "I-I would still greatly appreciate your presence, of course." He laughed with a shaky edge, and you instantly recognized the hidden desperation in it.

You mentally said your goodbye to the idea of finally seeing Ed again today.

I'm so sorry, something has come up. you wrote, then decided to add a little something to make Ed think about breaking off contact with Oswald:

Oswald really needs me. He hasn't been feeling well since you left. I hope we can talk about it.

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Ed left his phone in the car. Right now he had a mayor's reputation to damage. And what better way than to let him damage it himself?

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Since Oswald was almost running late, the car he sent drove you directly to City Hall.

On your way there, you kept checking your telephone but Ed hadn't responded yet.

Well, if he hasn't seen my message, maybe he doesn't have time after all.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked outside through the darkened windows and saw that you were arriving.

You quickly left the car, and marveled at the pleasant breeze of fresh air and the chirping of birds. The sun was even shining and bringing such a welcome warmth onto the streets of Gotham that you craned your neck to bask in it for a moment after looking for Oswald. He wasn't outside but he must have noticed today's wheather too, the completely unclouded blue sky. You smiled. Maybe it would cheer him up.

It was a beautiful day...counting only the weather.

You treaded to the entrance. As soon as you saw Oswald, your smile disappeared.

He looked terrible.

His head hung low as if he wanted to confront nothing but the floor, he was slouching and clinging to his cane, leaning to the side, dangerously close to tilting over.

Your footsteps made him jerk and look up with wide eyes. He called your name repeatedly, his voice hoarse and just as shaky as the rest of him.

"Oswald!" You approached him quickly so that he wouldn't have to walk over, and he welcomed you with open arms and hugged you firmly, indulging in your touch. His hands padded over your back, thankful for your presence.

"I'd say I missed you", you murmered close to his head, "but that might be a little over the top since we've only seen each other yesterday afternoon."

He didn't giggle as you'd hoped he would.

You pulled away, lightly tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Do you want to talk before the interview?"

He nodded eagerly, already turning away from the woman who was trying to get his attention, "Remember, Mr. Cobblepot, in 20 minutes-" She tried to sound nice but it was clear how stressed she was, especially when he wavd her off.

"Don't worry", you told her with sympathy, "I'll make sure he's there on time."

You hurried after Oswald and followed him to a secluded corner.

"Why did you call me?" You looked him over again. His hair was spiked as usual, if possibly a little greasy, but it might just be styling gel.

He looked at you with tired eyes, "What? What did you say?"

"Why you called me so many times." You put a hand to his shoulder, knowing that it usually calmed him down. "You seemed a bit off on the phone."

"Oh." He gaped and looked at you with wide sad eyes. "I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that..."

No, he'd sound crazy saying it. He didn't want you to leave him too.

"I-it..." He gestured helplessly and looked down.

It was a pitiful sight: his need for you not to see him as pathetic translated into a pleading expression that made you want to take his hands into yours and look down at them instead of into his watery eyes to make him feel less observed.

Oswald's balled fists almost disappeared in his blazer, relaxing when he became aware of you looking at them.

When you touched the tips of his fingers probingly, he responded by tucking up his sleeves to give you more access, so you stroked over his hands soothingly, spotting bits of polish still clinging to his nails, as if he had forgotten about redoing them or removing the coat. This really wasn't his day, his week, really.

"You can tell me anything."

Oswald was looking down at your joined hands. Tell you? No, he decided. He had already told Ed that he loved him, and it had cost him their friendship.

Maybe what he should have done is confess to you both before that damned blonde woman whose name he still refused to pronounce correctly had-

"Ozzie?"

He came back to reality and noticed that he was clutching your hand too tightly.

"Sorry! Uh, I didn't mean to! I, uh..." He took his hands away but you caught them and gently brought them into yours again, "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it later?"

He shook his head. "It was just a nightmare. A very bad one."He sniffed and you searched in your pocket for a tissue and handed it to him. "What did you dream about? Only if you want to tell me, of course."

Oswald shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It just felt very real."

Perhaps that was the best way to put it. He was almost completely sure that he had seen the ghost of his father. There had been ghosts in the mansion before, Charles had told him so himself, so it wasn't too unrealistic that his own father appeared to Oswald, right? But if he had, who was the Birthday Boy? He had too many questions!

"Oswald?"

"Hm-what?" He had been absent again, hadn't he?

"Is something else bothering you? You can tell me. Whatever it's about. If you don't want to tell me the details, just tell me the core of what's concerning you, okay? You can also tell me all the details if you want to."

Tell you everything? Oswald wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Ed told me he wanted us to be more than friends, and for a moment I had the hope that he loved you too and that we could all be together forever, so I confessed but then he said it was all a misunderstanding, and now he's gone and I'm seeing ghosts. You ask me what's wrong but if I tell you about my father, you might see me as a madman and leave too, but if I tell you about Ed, I'll have to confess that I love you or else you'll think that I only love him. If I confess however, I will destroy the last shred of hope left in me!

"Oswald? It pains me to see you unhappy. I-I love you, you can trust me with anything."

'I love you' brought him out of the sea of unsaid words, "I-I love you too."

His words and expression full of honesty touched your heart.

He may never confess his love to you but at least you knew that he loved you as a friend.

In return he'd hear you say that you loved him too.

At this point you doubted whether you'd ever tell him. Thoughts raced through your head: you were well aware that he had no one else like you. Not since Ed left.

While Oswald wouldn't disdain you if your love wasn't reciprocated, in his current state he might think that you were only such a good friend because you wanted to make him fall for you.

You couldn't let that happen. You loved him and if supporting him meant not getting to find out whether your love was reciprocatdd, you'd keep it a secret. Maybe Ed would come back-no. If Ed came back and you confessed that you loved them both, he might distance himself from Oswald again.

Your attention was pulled to Oswald's hunched form, "I'm sorry, y-you shouldn't suffer because of me. It's...It's my father...a-and my mother, I miss them so much...", his eyes filled with more water, "and my duties as mayor, as well as the pending interview with such a famous figure, it's all just...I'm overwhelmed. I-" Tears fell down. "I don't know how to continue..." He looked down again, shaken in a bent position, and you gently padded his back and put your other hand on his arm.

"I'm here. I will support you", you said, soon feeling Oswald pressing into your body.

"Nhths mmnt", he muttered into your clothes.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing is permanent." He pulled back to look at you. "Everyone leaves me or dies a gruesome death eventually!"

This was Gotham. Betrayal and death were everyday occurrences.

"I won't leave you", you said, immediately regretting the stress on "I". You wouldn't ask him about Ed today, but eventually you'd have to ask.

"I'll stay by your side."

He stared at you with big eyes.

"And Oswald?"

"Yes?" He had stopped crying.

"Your parents would be proud of you. You're the mayor. Not just the way Aubrey James used to be, no, you've actually improved Gotham a lot! Not to mention how well you treat your friends."

There. You shouldn't have reminded him of Ed. His eyes were already watering again! Seeing them filled with tears of despair was heartbreaking.

"I love to be in your company," not a love confession but you wanted him to hear the word love again, "you care for those close to you and clearly do everything in your power to keep them happy", it was true: he had given Ed and you many a thoughtful gift, "and not to forget, your hugs are amazing!" You smiled. They really were.

"You have done so many things right and you're capable of continuing to do so. Maybe you don't know how to continue: so what? You're in a difficult position. Was mayor James the King of Gotham as well? No. Just being mayor is a huge responsibility on its own, don't forget that, Oswald. You're doing so much already."

You looked at him expectantly, searching his face for a sign of agreement.

His normally sharp hair streaks looked more greasy than styled today and dark make-up had gathered under his eyes, giving the normally fabulous-looking Penguin panda eyes.

"Ozzie?"

"What, d-yes?" He looked at you frightened. Did you know that he had just been about to call you "dear"? Perhaps you knew and didn't want to ask. Maybe you were like Ed. Uninterested.

"You...you asked for a next step. How about you go freshen up your make-up? Clear it up and wash the tears away? They smudged it a bit."

Honestly, you doubted whether all that had been smeared today, a part of it had already been smudged when you had welcomed him a few minutes ago.

"Looking better will give you more confidence for the interview. But in any case: don't worry, you've got this."

You looked him over to find something to compliment and your eyes landed on his purple tie with light blue flowers.

"Oh, and by the way: nice tie." You smoothed down his shirt collar a little, trying to make it look like mere gesturing. "Your fashion never disappoints." It was true. Not only was he a very handsome man but a well-dressed one.

When you saw that though he was no longer crying, he still looked sad, you squeezed his hand one last time and noted relieved that at least his hands were clean.

"Do you want me to wait here?"

Oswald lifted his head and attempted a smile, "No thank you, that's not necessary. You will be there for the interview though, won't you? It would be nice to have you there." This time his smile was more convincing.

"Of course I will be. Being with you is nice too."

Oswald's face lit up. He made sure to give you a smile, then went towards the staff's bathrooms.

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While Oswald was away you found a quiet corner on the floor the interview would take place in.

Figuring that you owed Ed more of an explanation, you opened your telephone and typed:

Hopefully you don't think I'm ditching you for Oswald. I just had to be there for him, this day is extremely important. He has an interview with Margaret Hearst, can you believe that?

I hope we can still meet :) When do you have time to spare? Just a quick heads-up: I don't know how the interview will go and if it doesn't Oswald, might need someone to be there for him, and well, we know how much trust he puts in other people, right xD?

Thinking about those last two letters brought back memories of a happier time. If Oswald wasn't so troubled today, you might've even smiled. Now you were frowning.

"What does 'xD' stand for?" Ed had asked you one day.

"Oh, it's for laughing", you had explained, "The 'D' is the mouth."

"And the 'x' for...?"

"For when you laugh so hard you close your eyes."

"Who laughs like that?" Ed didn't have many experiences with making people laugh. At him, yes, but not because of his jokes. "I mean who would think closed eyes are more probably than open ones and make the eyes, say...a colon?"

"Probably people outside of Gotham. Trust is hard to find here."

Ed had laughed at that.

The memory dissolved your frown. It was a very happy one.

On that same evening, Ed had made a hilarious comment and you and Oswald guffawed, the latter's eyes flitting between Ed's and yours, saying that anymore laughing and he'd land on the floor all helpless.

Then someone important called and Oswald tried to calm down and closed his eyes to distract himself, giggling for a good minute.

Ed and you shared wide knowing smiles. Oswald trusted you both, trusted you enough to show his true emotions in front of you, to laugh so hard he almost fell to the floor, and to close his eyes, fully trusting you not to stab him.

In another city it might have sounded like little but in Gotham it more than a lot of people could say. It had been everything until something had happened. Only a very bad thing could have disunited the two. The thought made your muscles tense.

You checked the time: Oswald would have to hurry, he only had about eight minutes left. Margaret Hearst was already getting angry.

She was acting as if her time was more precious than his. A huff escaped you. As if the hard-working mayor of Gotham owed her his full attention, as if he didn't already have enough stress in his life. She knew nothing about him!

Oswald had fought hard for his place, lost and rebuilt it. He lost his mother and continued to believe in the power of love, ignoring what Ed had initially said: that love was a weekness for people like Oswald and him.

This made you think again: after meeting Oswald and you, Ed hadn't mentioned this opinion on love again. On the contrary: he had used Oswald's mother to motivate the kingpin frequently, and thrived in the time you three had spent together, at least until Isabella's death.

You looked at Ed's name on your phone, imagining how he felt now that his second chance at love had died. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't texted back yet.

Suddenly you became aware of a familiar walking pattern. Oswald was back, walking over quicker than he had before.

You figured you shouldn't distract him with the notion of Ed, so you quickly shut the phone and gave him your full attention.

He had wiped off most of the smudged mascara and wasn't as bent over anymore.

"Hey, you look good! How are you feeling?"

Oswald stepped closer, "Better, thank you. You look good too, by the way." Much better than him. He looked to the ground, then grew cold from shock. There were footsteps, muddy ones: like those of someone risen from their grave.

He tensed and tried not to make the change too obvious. He needed to investigate this on his own.

"What is it?" You tried to turn to look at the spot he was staring at but his frantic movements distracted you.

"I..uh, there-being here isn't, uh...I need to..." His voice wavered, "I still have a few minutes left, right?"

"Y-yeah, six. Should I accompany-"

"-no!" He gaped at you, shocked at the mere idea of it, then "No," now less panicky, but avoiding your eyes, "that won't be necessary. I need...There's something that needs to be done." He hurried off.

You frowned letting him go, but stopping him would only compromise his timetable. Instead of going after him, you went around the room to check that everything was as comfortable as it could be for him: a chair at the right height, artificial lighting not too warm, you even put a new glass of water on the table next to his chair just in case it was poisoned.

It seemed like everything was ready for a good interview.

Until you he returned and you saw how feeble he looked. _____________________________________

Author's note: Me, nearly crying: I want Ozzie to have comfort in this episode but for that there needs to be hurt 😢😭

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series 😙

->next chapter (chapter 3)

#gotham #gotham tv #gotham 2014 #gotham season 3 episode 12 #nygmobblepot x reader #edward nygma x oswald cobblepot x reader #edward nygma x reader #gotham!edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #gotham!oswald cobblepot x reader #nygmobblepot #nygmobblepot x reader hurt/comfort #nygmobblepot hurt/comfort #edward nygma x reader hurt/comfort #oswald cobblepot x reader hurt/comfort #nygmobblepot x reader angst #edward nygma x reader angst #oswald cobblepot x reader angst #nygmobblepot angst

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Onward to Eternal Day

Summary: Several months after their rescue from the Wilderness, Natalie still struggles with feeling human again. In an effort to reconnect with someone who understands, she goes looking for her fellow surviving Yellowjackets. In true teen-prophet fashion, Lottie sees her coming.

Relationship(s): Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio; Lottie Matthews & Natalie Scatorccio; minor Lottie Matthews & Laura Lee

Ratings: Teen+

Link: Onward to Eternal Day (AO3)

A/N: Slight story behind this story: this was actually the first piece I wrote for Yellowjackets. Really, just an exercise in trying to find a writing voice for Lottie and Nat. It was originally going to be my induction into the fandom before my Razia's Shadow AU suddenly possessed me. At the time, this was already at a solid 51 pages, so I couldn't just scrap it. LottieNat Week on Tumblr felt like a good time to revisit it, and so here we are!

Preview: "She shifts in her seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how hard and unforgiving the cold metal is. It’s uncomfortable, but grounding in that way. She holds onto that feeling, keeping herself in this moment. Tethering herself to her new purpose, even if it’s something as simple as visiting Lottie.

“How, um…how long have you been here?”

Lottie’s brow furrows again. Her glazed eyes look around them, searching for the clues to her answer along the walls. There’s a certain hesitance to it as she goes to answer, like she isn’t sure if she’s allowed to say. Or even to remember.

“For…a while,” is what she settles on eventually.

“OK,” is Nat’s equally vague response to that.

Now, she’s the one looking around the room. Searching for whatever Lottie is looking for. All she sees, however, are the same frost-white walls. It stirs that earlier sense of unease through her blood again, and she ultimately has to look away from it.

She tethers herself to Lottie again, instead. Lottie, who still sits there quietly, looking just as dazed and lost as the day they were brought home. Lottie, who also hasn’t changed her hair since that day, leaving it long and frizzy where it falls on either side of her chest. Lottie, who still has the pale outline of a little arch-shaped scar in the center of her forehead. Her third eye, as she and Tai would sometimes call it under their breaths in condescension.

Lottie…

Lottie, who has bruises.

She notices the first one when Lottie begins idly rubbing her arm, bringing one hand into view over the surface of the table. A patch of discoloration marks her wrist, peeking out from the long sleeve of her cardigan.

“Lottie?” slips out of Nat in alarm. That previously dormant provider role she’d had in the Wilderness rouses again, straightening her spine to get a better look at the markings on her teammate’s skin. “Did you get hurt in here?”

Lottie follows her gaze down to her wrist. She turns it over once, twice, inspecting it like it’s the first time she’s noticed it. Then she half-heartedly tugs on her sleeve to cover it (not because it bothers her, but because Natalie seems so upset by it; a martyr’s habits die hard apparently). As she does so, Natalie sees the matching one on her opposite wrist.

One abrasion could’ve been accidental. Multiple feels familiar to Natalie in a way that makes her fingers itch for the shotgun on her dad’s side of the closet.

Weren’t places like this supposed to keep the patients safe? Even from themselves? If they couldn’t manage that, then—

“What the hell are they doing to you in here?”

It’s the first question to make Lottie palpably uncomfortable. She looks at the table between them, rubbing her arm some more. She doesn’t notice—or perhaps just doesn’t care—that the friction of her sleeves against each other causes the fabric to writhe up, exposing the ring of bruises again.

“There’s…” she starts to say, sounding confused by her own answer as it rotates in her mind. “It’s just to…until they can fix me.”

“What does that mean?” Natalie demands, untrusting of that particular phrasing.

“I’m not…” Lottie struggles some more, cinching her eyes shut with a minute shake of her head. “I have to…”

She cut herself off with a distressed catch of breath. Her eyes open, and for the briefest of moments, she looks fully human again. Not just present in the moment, but capable of genuine emotion. Granted, it’s a frustrated emotion right now, bordering on tears, but still.

She looks like Lottie again.

It would be a relief if she didn’t look so miserable at the same time.

“I still hear it,” she says at last, quiet and somber. It comes out like a confession of sin, although it’s far from the worst thing either of the girls have seen or heard. “At night. Sometimes, I can still hear…It.”

Round brown eyes bore into Nat, imploring her to understand.

She does. Maybe not in the same way Lottie does, but she definitely feels It lingering in her bones. It’s what brought her out here, after all, searching for camaraderie in warding it off.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, now ducking her own gaze to the surface of the table between them. “I know what you mean.”

“Do you really?”

Natalie winces a little at the hopeful tinge painting Lottie’s question. She was never good at that; handling other people’s hope.

Ironically, that had been more of Lottie’s thing.

Natalie had always envied it, just as much as she’d secretly wished she could receive it. That she could accept it when it was offered.

Now, Lottie fills in the silence where Nat struggles to. “I, um…try not to listen. They say it won’t help. But sometimes I…”

Natalie looks up just as Lottie trails off. Her stomach twists with helplessness as she watches her former teammate’s eyes glaze over again, staring right through her.

“Lottie?” she tries, opting to physically reach out to the other girl. To ground her. However, as she stretches across the surface of the table, she hesitates to actually put a hand on Lottie’s body.

Logically, she knows there’s no reason to be nervous. It’s not like Lottie is made out of glass, or that touching her—potentially pulling her out of her trance—would cause her to shatter. Then again, Lottie did always have a way of defying logic."

#my stories #lottienat #Lottie Matthews #Natalie Scatorccio #lottie x natalie #Yellowjackets #fun fact!#the title is from Sir Edwin Arnold's poem: Destiny

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madroxed · 2 months

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hi bobbie! H, I & J for the fic ask! <3

hi caitlin, and thanks ♥︎

H: How would you describe your writing style?

succinct, is the first descriptor that comes to mind. i like telling an entire story with as few a words as possible, and i blame it on the many 100 word/50 word/1 sentence prompt challenges i used to participate in. i'd also say that unless i'm deliberately writing angst, my style naturally leans to the lighthearted.

I: How many fandoms have you written in? Do you have a favorite?

ok so. um. a lot? across my ao3 accounts there's 53 fandoms, and that's not including all the old lj fic i wrote or the fics i've orphaned over the years. so it's probably closer to 70, i'd say. maybe more. yikes. i am a little notorious for dropping one fic for a fandom and saying 'ok, now i'm good'.

as for a favourite, i honestly don't. i love writing in all sorts of fandoms, and whether it's a single fic or 20, that's really just down to how my brain's functioning at any given time. i do love yuletide, though, because it gives me an excuse to write for smaller or more obscure canons.

J: What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

oh boy, i'm a sucker for the classics. fake dating? bed sharing? friends to lovers? enemies to lovers? accidental dating? fix it fics? all done and dusted!

fanfic writer ask meme!

#text #replies #ask meme

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musicalchaos07 · 7 months

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How would you write the Jancy-Coming-Back-From-Murray’s-Car-Ride-True-Feelings-Confession?

Hi Anon,

I accidentally wrote a mini-fic so I hope that's ok.

Jonathan's tapping the steering wheel. He'll nervously get out three taps, realize what he's doing and then rub the leather like that's going to fix the cracking. He insisted that Nancy should try to get some sleep but every time she closes her eyes he's tapping away again like their own spin on The Tell-Tale Heart. She peers one eye open to investigate. Overall, he looks very serious. He's sitting up stiff as a board, eyes straight ahead, hands perfectly at ten and two. But she knows him better, she knows she has to look harder to really get a read on him. His sweater looks rumpled from pulling it in y so quickly, there's fine lines and dark circles under his eyes and he moves his jaw like he's stifling a yawn. She has an overwhelming urge to tell him to pull over so she can kiss him there but shakes her head thinking better of it. She knows he's not going to stop until he's sure whatever is growing under the lab hasn't gotten to his little brother.He's worried but handsome and she gets to think that because he's her… well her something. She feigns a sigh to get his attention. "Oh hey, sorry… I didn't mean to …" he trails off He loosens his right hand from the wheel and she takes it before she can stop herself. Jonathan's watching her from the corner of his eye, not quite sure what she's up to. She doesn't really know herself, but she raises his hand to her mouth and gives it a kiss all the same. She doesn't miss the way pink creeps into his cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere" she confesses just loud enough for him to hear. He doesn't say anything at first and now she's the nervous one. "The world's ending" he argues. "I-" "And there's Steve" "Jonathan" "And you know Will and my mom and look it's fine I get it, just a one time-" "Jonathan I love you and I'm not going anywhere" she cuts him off, she's not going to listen to every reason why they shouldn't be together. Because if the world really is ending she doesn't care anymore. Nancy Wheeler loves Jonathan Byers, Jonathan Byers loves Nancy Wheeler and screw what anyone else has to say about it. "Ok good because it would've been really hard to let you" he confesses. "Let me?" She challenges. "I just, I mean… before you know.. I didn't.. and now I do and-" he rambles. "It's ok I get it I thought the pull out was good too" she teases and noticed the corners of his mouth twitch to form a smile before he thinks better of it. "That's not-" he protests. "Oh so you lied this morning?" She taunts, content to keep up their playful banter. Jonathan grumbles, rolls his eyes and hits the breaks turning on the hazard lights. He quickly turns to face her and he looks at her like he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. It's nerve wracking and exciting all at once. Then he cups her face and kisses her. It's different from last night, less hungry, more reassuring and steady. "I love you" he confesses when he pulls away "And that scares me" "More than the portal to hell?" She questions. "Uh about the same actually" he admits. "I see" she nods. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation or just the absurdity of the last forty eight hours finally hitting her but she suddenly lets out a laugh, surprising Jonathan. "What's so funny?" He asks, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Who picks the end of the world to finally get together?" She asks through her laughs. Jonathan takes a minute to digest her words before deciding that it is funny. "A couple of weirdos" he jokes. Nancy calms herself down and scoots underneath his right arm and wraps her arms around his waist. "You don't need to worry about me" she promises softly. "Yea ok" he huffs sarcastically. "I mean it, you're stuck with me" she informs him. End of the world be damned, he's hers for however long they have left. "Promise?" Jonathan asks hopefully. "Promise" Nancy confirms.

#ALEXA PLAY WILD HORSES BY THE ROLLING STONES #THEN FOLLOW IT UP WITH THANK YOU BY LED ZEPPLIN #I am NORMAL about them #and about them swearing their “loyalty?” to each other when faced with the apocalypse #so VERY normal #y'all get it right?#anon asks #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy fic #my fic #jonathan x nancy #nancy x jonathan

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not-a-birb · 28 days

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i want answers for both your oc(s) AND you!!! 1, 2, 8, 13 💙

Girl imma be real I have no idea how to go about this so I’m just gonna wing it

Becca:

1. Heck yeah she’s got stuffed animals. She has a little bear from like elementary named Red, but he’s not even red he’s like a grayish blue? She was a strange kid

2. Plant? No. Her thumbs are the farthest color from green, whatever that is. A kid? She’s always wanted one, but maybe in a few years, and she’ll figure it out from there, and she’ll be the best mom (angst time. she finds out she can’t have kids and is devastated. She and her husband adopt a little girl later, but we don’t have time to unpack all of that)

8. They frustrate her so much, but she will bulldoze her way through those puzzles and problems until they fit right. She doesn’t like being wrong and she won’t give in now.

13. Her mom was so insistent she knew she has worth. Being Latina and a woman in the sixties came with hardships and such, but her mamá made sure she held her head up and she could make it in whatever career she wanted. (ok so little about this, I can’t decide if I want to keep her a cis woman or gender fluid because they both have compelling options. But like. self insert much? (She started as one shhhh))

Okay now I wanna write about Astoria and you can’t stop me

Astoria:

1. Nope! She hates things touching her when she sleeps. If it’s not the pillow she sleeps on and the blanket around her she can’t sleep. Plus at this point of the apocalypse having a stuffed animal seems…frivolous. (we sort her out dw)

2. She likes succulents, sue her. She can tolerate animals if they don’t touch her, can probably take care of one but her team doesn’t want to take that risk. Also keep her 1000 feet away from kids, she doesn’t know how to interact with them and will end up freaking them out by telling them the best way to kill someone with a knife (harder than you think! humans don’t like dying of stab wounds, the nerve of them)

8. You can’t be second in command to the leader of an entire rebellion force without being really good at problem solving. She’s got those puzzle boxes in her quarters she messes with in her spare time for funsies. Yeah they’re intriguing, like maybe a little bit /s

13. It’s not necessarily a good thing her father taught her, but showing feeling is a weakness. She shunned this lesson at first, but with all of her mistakes she made by following her heart taught her he was right. After she (accidentally Kevin come on) caused the apocalypse she feels she doesn’t have the right or the privilege of showing or having complex feelings except to get revenge and fix her world, or die trying

And that’s all she wrote folks! This was fun actually, I didn’t know some of these things about my own characters before I started writing this; muses work through mysterious ways

#ramblings #asks #hi bes fren howsitgoin #yeah I’m not doing myself because I’m sleepytired nd I got work tomorrow

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mistysharks · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @hilarychuff thank you! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11! For now:)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

75,643

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Stranger Things for now! I would love to branch out but the hyperfocus does what it wants and I am just along for the ride!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm Stupid (Do Me) Steddie/M/Getting together/first time (first one I wrote of them!)

All you have is your fire (and the place you need to reach) Hellcheerington/E/Sex Pollen

Five times Steve Walked in on Eddie and Chrissy (And one time they walked in on him) Hellcheer + Hellcheerington Pre-slash/M/Accidental Voyeurism

5 times Steve absolutely didn't have a bisexual meltdown (and one time he did) Hellcheer + Hellcheerington/M/Getting together

Some lonely night we can get together (and I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather) E/Hellcheerington/ final part of my Vampire Eddie and Chrissy series!

(I need to start doing shorter titles :') )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Almost always, though it might take me a while! I always appreciate them all <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ok so honestly? I don't do angst much haha, and literally never sad endings. Its all gonna be tied up with a neat little happy bow from me, baby! I think I left chapter 3 of Bardic Inspiration in a pretty sad state - does that count?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Orgasms cout, right? ;D Right now what comes to mind though is the only fix-it fic I've really written - (I only need) the working of my hands Where I give Hellcheer the happy, sexy ending they deserve (but make it Sapphic with a side of coming back wrong)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! Fingers crossed it remains that way! I usually try and stay miles away from any fandom drama tbh

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am determined to! Like sure I would call some of what I've already written smut but I feel like I'm not quite fully there yet. I haven't fully realised the lengths of perversion/intimacy hyperfixation that sits in my mind! Its an ongoing process hehe

Regarding what flavour of smut I write, its always queer, soft, and a little gothic in the undertones... Would love to do some more genderqueer stuff in the future as well

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet! I'm not against them, and I loove a good AU, but nothing has stuck so far. Maybe one day I'll write that Stranger Things Persona 4 AU. (look it would work so well!! Eddie as Kanji makes me feral ngl)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I love that that is a thing people do <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but that would be super fun! I tried RP once couldn't get into it:( Sharing ideas and bouncing plot points is always fun though:)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Thats too hard! I'm just gonna do a current top 5 lol 1. Steddie 2. Hellcheerington 3. Hellcheer 4. Lan Zhan/Wei Ying (Untamed) 5. Kanji/Naoto(P4)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have 2 unpublished, lengthy chapters of a Steddie pirate AU that I love but I really don't know how to keep going with :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm pretty proud of how I set the mood of a scene - the colours, the light, the sounds... just hinting at a feeling without describing the feeling itself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can like, either do super dialogue heavy bits, or really descriptive bits, and its so hard to marry the two together!! ahh!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Look english is hard enough lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry potter haha, wrote some truly terrible angsty self-insert when i was 14 (luckily that is gone forever!!)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Honestly, I really love When I am done, its such a snap-shot kind of fic, and its got such a mood that I love. Keeping a one-shot simple and to the point is really difficult, and I think this one is my best attempt at it.

Thanks for tagging me as always, Hil! I'm tagging whoever reads this hehe - if you made it this far you should totally do it too (these are fun!)

#tag meme #<3 #steddie #Hellcheerington #hellcheer #fic talk

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relaxxattack · 2 years

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hand over the glorybringer tea <- not caught up

tw huge fuckin age gap ig ??

basically when winglets came out tui wrote that deathbringer started his job at four years old which would make him like. almost ten years older than glory in dragon years 😭

and in the original books, they state that he’s a dragonet (under 18) like the main characters so you just KNOW that was an unintentional timeline error nobody bothered to point out or fix in editing… and now it’s just like. great. well. now we just have to deal with an accidental retcon that makes deathbringer much older than glory when he meets her

youtube

this is a video someone made about it which does a good job explaining the details, it’s sort of completely neutral on the actual drama itself

it’s weird because i really liked glorybringer and then they just. rectonned an age gap in there. like well ok fuck me i guess.

#tw age gap #idk what to tw this with better #wof

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pbpsbff · 2 months

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3, 20, 22~

hiiiii thank u for the ask

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

ok so this is less a scene and more an entire fic concept but i literally cannot figure out a context to put it into and it hurts because i really like it

there’s a family living there now, from what he’s heard. a mom and a dad, and two daughters. maybe he should tell them about the money. but what would he even say? hey, there’s a twenty dollar bill somewhere in your walls. also, a part of me died here and i’m afraid his ghost might be wandering the halls. is he overstaying his welcome? i’m sorry if he is, by the way. i’d recommend you a nice priest for an exorcism, but he’ll probably just leave if you tell him to go.

peter thinks maybe he’ll slip a note under the door instead, but there’s too many words to fit on a page to describe the way his bones ache when he passes by the building, how he still wakes up in the morning expecting to smell burnt toast and hear may singing along to some garbage song from the 80’s she claims is the best thing she’s ever heard, or all the different creaks and moans of the apartment, all its quirks and flaws that he once knew like the back of his hand.

he could explain it all away; that faucet leaks because i was an overachieving nine year old who thought he could take it apart and put it back together without a problem, or that weird brown-ish stain on the ceiling is from when may accidentally flung spaghetti across the room, or why are you trying to rid this apartment of all the evidence of it being a home?

maybe i make it into something post nwh?? idk. this isn’t even all of it

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

i wish i could say that all my writing is really deep and there's clues everywhere but most foreshadowing in my fics is something i did on accident and then went holy shit i can use this. i'm a genius.

i will say though, the way tony rhodey and peter's dynamic changes throughout everything i have posted for r&r (and everything in my drafts oop) is probably my favorite thing ever like idk i'm a huge fan of the walking dead and the way relationships shift with each new experience and that is exactly what i wanted to do when i started the series

i was gonna look through a couple of my fics to see if i could find specific references but ao3 is fucking. DOWN and i'm too lazy to pull up my google docs. god bless

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

i reread them all the TIME omfg. a lot of the times i'm cringing at spelling or grammatical errors (and then i fix them) but idk there's something so fun about being able to go back to a fic and think wow i would've done that differently if i wrote it today. it's also fun to read through a fic i don't remember writing at ALL and being like holy shit............ banger.............. it's an ego boost i guess

#also sometimes i reread specific fics because nobody wants to write fics in this niche i've gotten myself into and i need stimulation #anyways.#thank u for the ask lets also kiss

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aelfwyn · 1 year

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Finally got my actual official ADHD diagnosis a few days ago after living in 99% sure land for YEARS, so to celebrate it is time for a

State of the Blog,

I guess.

So.

I joined tumblr to follow Sims 2 CC makers. So far, so good. Then Twitter's descent into madness began and I started following a bunch of other people and then I started watching CQL.

And it ripped out my heart and soul and tore them into a thousand pieces and then sort of smooshed them back together only to put them through the meat grinder all over again. And. I felt like I was never going to be okay again. It has been 3+ months and I'm still Not Okay about any of it.

Anyway, I was aware there was a whole world of CQL fandom and C-drama and danmei lit, so I very firmly told myself I would NOT go down that rabbit hole.

...

So obviously, since I watched The Untamed, I have

read MDZS

watched Love Between Fairy and Devil (which is SO cheesy but I loved it a lot and it cured my CQL-induced depression)

watched Untamed: The Living Dead

watched a bunch of BTS and Untamed cast vids on YT because how??? is anyone??? allowed to be??? this pretty??? pretty much the ENTIRE cast seriously it's unreal (also the Untamed Boys ep 5 scavenger hunt is hilarious)

started watching the Heaven Official's Blessing donghua, read TGCF Vol. 1, then finished the donghua (well, the available season of it)

started watching the MDZS donghua

wrote down a whole long list of other C-dramas to watch / webnovels to read

watched Legend of Fei and read a Bandits fan translation because the show is ... confusing - all in all very "meh" but ok to watch while knitting, I enjoyed Zhou Fei's outfits, and hey, it has this:

finished reading TGCF

started SVSSS

started reading fanfiction. Tons of it. I have not read fanfiction since high-school but apparently I needed more ... angst? And also fix-its, after all the trauma that MXTX serves up.

re-started learning Japanese because my brain now really wants to learn Mandarin but I've made a deal with myself that I won't be allowed to attempt that until I make some decent progress with Japanese

So. Doing GREAT on the whole rabbit hole front.

Anyway, since I've now apparently decided (accidentally started) to actually use this blog for more than Sims stuff, it is as good a place as any to put stuff I don't want to put on Twitter. But, for the moment, apart from this lengthy hello, I think I will remain the person at the tumblr party who's kinda only just got there and doesn't know anyone and will keep lurking in the corner nursing their drink until they find an opening where they can join a conversation without offending/off-putting/making a fool of themselves (or until someone more extroverted takes pity on them). Whoop.

Bonus soul-soothing cat love:

#just chatting #self

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sloppythots-com · 4 years

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innocent

a/n: i’ve been kinda busy lately, but i think im gonna have some more freetime starting on monday so hopefully i can write more! i wrote this a couple of hours ago but my computer stopped working? i think i fixed it though,,,

word count: 917

warnings: unedited, kinda eh writing, fluff

“hey guys,” you softly spoke, nervously rubbing your hands together. the gang all replied with their hello’s, to both you and their streams. you ran around the lobby, your flamingo hat bouncing with every step you took, “do you guys like my hat?”

“oh, y/n, very fashionable!” sean laughed, running around besides you. everyone hummed in agreement, watching as you stopped moving and stood next to corpse.

“corpsie? what do you think?” your character moved closer to his with every word, your goggles touching.

“it’s very cute, it really suits you,” he spoke under his breath towards the end, almost unintelligible. his voice was also softer than normal, almost like he was talking to a young child.

you smiled, moving your character into his, “thank you corpse! you look very nice too~”

felix let out a gasp, “corpse! you bitch! cheating on sykkuno! i can’t believe this, wait till toast finds out…”

“wait what? no no there’s nothing betwe-” sykkuno replied, cut off by corpse before he could reply.

“i would never cheat on sykkuno, now start the game,” chat for sure freaked out over that.

and with that, the game started. “imposter” in big red text appeared on your screen, right about poki and you. you let out a small sigh, too nervous to say anything to chat. you stood in cafeteria for a second, watching closely as corpse ran in circles around your character. “i hope i don’t have to kill him, everyone will be disappointed,” you trailed off and made your way to storage - corpse following closely behind.

after faking gas and watching corpse do simon says, a body was found.

“rae’s body was in o2, so who was on right?” sean questioned, doing his best to intimidate corpse.

corpse sighed, “y/n and i were left the whole time, we didn’t see anyone, “ he paused for a second and let out a little laugh, “and you’re gonna kill your throat if you keep doing that man.”

everyone else stated where they were, but no one was sus enough to be voted out. they did have some suspensions on poki, but she lied her way out of it. the next round started and corpse was following you again, watching the door to whatever room you two were in. sean ran into the two of you in admin and corpse watched him closely, following his every step. and finally, another body was reported.

“sykkuno was in med on the scanner, i didn’t see anyone nearby,” pewds said, clearly disappointed sykkuno got murdered.

“jesus i walked into admin and corpse was hardcore body guarding y/n-” sean mumbled, unable to finish his sentence thanks to you.

“hey, wait a sec! where did you come from? like before admin? it looked like you came from cafe…” you trailed off, letting out a little ‘hmmm’.

“yeah, sean, did you kill sykkuno? my sykkuno?” corpse raised his voice, ignoring the little laughs from his friends.

“what? no i would-”

“SPEEDRUNNNN!” felix and corpse yelled together, little ‘i voted’ stickers appearing next to their characters simultaneously. in the end, sean was ejected. only 4 more people to kill till you and poki won.

the round started, and you and corpse made your way to navigation. suddenly, poki killed the lights. you smiled and watched as corpse made his way towards lights, while you stayed right in nav. leslie started walking down from weapons. you went into the hallway and killed her, and quickly ran to the vent and went to electrical acting like you were watching corpse and poki fix lights the entire time.

suddenly, a meeting was called, “ok, who was on left before lights were called?”

“oh, poki and i were in reactor,” charlie paused, “where was body?”

“it was right outside of nav, so you and poki are safe,” felix claimed, not knowing how wrong he was.

“wait, i think i saw corpse and y/n come from the general direction...care to explain yourselves?” hopefully poki didn’t just accidentally throw you under the bus.

you cleared your throat and nervously spoke, making your voice a little higher to seem more innocent, “well, corpse and i were in nav then i left to lights, im assuming he just followed me.”

felix whispered a soft ‘speedrun’, repeating himself and slowly getting louder.

“hey wait guys, i was with y/n for like the whole game and how do we know it’s not a self report?” corpse attempted to defend himself, it all meant nothing as felix explained that charlie saw him scan and that as soon as he wasn’t in your vision someone died.

he was voted out, and no one was suspicious of you or poki. on the final round, you and her did a double kill and won, shocking everyone.

“that was so stressful! corpse kept following y/n i have no idea how she did that!” poki screamed, praising you for your job well done.

“im so sorry you had to kill everyone,” you giggled, “but i was having fun with corpsie as my body guard~”

“i had no idea it was you, y/n. maybe im just a silly goose,” corpse huffed, running around your character. everyone let out a little laugh, agreeing with him.

“sorry, next game i’ll be your body guard to pay you back, ok?” you played with your hair, a dumb smile on your face.

“no, i’ll protect you,” he mumbled quietly, voice gentle as your characters touched eyeballs.

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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Birthday wishes (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Nope

Summary: Spencer overthinks Reader’s birthday present ‘cos he doesn't know if they are dating or not

Warnings: No… maybe a few sexual references but nothing too explicit.

Category: Pure sweet, delicious fluff

Word count: 3,2K

Part II

Masterlist

What makes a relationship official? Are you just "going out" o "just seeing each other" after five dates? Five incredible, unique, perfect dates? or do you have to ask: "Would you be my girlfriend?"

Spencer rolled in bed and kept asking himself questions he couldn't answer. Were he and (Y/N) a couple? So far, he hadn't asked, ‘cos he was scared, which made no sense, ‘cos he had already asked her out and they had already kissed. Besides, they had already met for five years, which meant, well, it felt like they were already a little ahead on the "getting to know each other" part.

So, after five dates, were they already dating? Were they exclusive? Could he tell her he loved her? No, probably no. Who could he ask about it? No one in the team knew what was going on between them. They didn't want to tell them. It was too soon. Besides, Spencer didn't even know if they were an actual couple.

Reid kept rolling in bed. It was already three in the morning. He was overthinking everything, and he knew it. But it was (Y/N)'s birthday, and the present he had for her was hunting him. He couldn't shake the thought he had gone a little too far with it. He wanted to give her that present ever since he saw it, months ago. He bought it and kept it hidden in his closet. He had no idea why he was hiding it if no one was ever in his house. No one but (Y/N), but she never went through his things. If so, she would have found the picture of her he also had hidden in his drawer.

It was a picture of the two of them sitting together at the round table in the BAU conference room. They were eating a cupcake, and their lips were covered in frosting. They were laughing. They were happy. It was Penelope's birthday, and they had thrown her a surprise breakfast celebration. JJ had taken that picture, and secretly, Spencer asked her for a copy.

When they were just friends, he didn't overthink that present, he just got it for her. But now everything was different. And he was scared of every movement he did around her, terrified he could frighten her away.

- "Stop!"- he commanded himself and closed his eyes. He had to sleep at least an hour, or the rings under his eyes were going to scare (Y/N) away. Not like she hadn't seen him looking like he hadn't slept before.

Penelope had baked a gigantic Halloween themed birthday cake, ‘cos he knew (Y/N) was a sucker for horror movies. It had pumpkins, a Jason mask, and a knife stabbing the cake. It was perfect. JJ and Emily brought presents and more food. Everyone had helped to make sure her day was special. Derek decorated her desk with balloons and confetti, got her a funny birthday paper crown, and wrote "pretty girl" with his terrible handwriting. It was adorable. She was like a little sister to him, and he just wanted to make her smile.

And Reid, well, he… he was all over the place. Hanging more balloons all over the bullpen and making sure all the food was ready. He actually got there an hour and a half earlier than everybody, just to make sure everything was set.

No one got how he could think he was fooling them about his feelings for (Y/N). To be fair, he wasn't trying at this point. He was now too concerned not to scare her away by accidentally saying "I love you" or saying they were in a relationship, ‘cos he didn't know if they were. All those things Spencer could quickly fix asking, but he was too scared to ask.

- "Happy birthday!!!"- Penelope yelled as soon as (Y/N) set foot outside the elevator. She was greeted by her friend's tight hug, and along came the rest of the team.

- "Thank you so much!! Thank you!"- she was moved by all the love they gave her, they were her family far from home, and they meant the world to her.

- "Hey! happy birthday"- Spencer was the last one to hug her; he waited until everybody had walked back to the conference room. She smiled and bit her lips as he moved a step closer and wrapped his arms around her.

Those arms made her feel safe and loved, and it was an addictive sensation; she didn't want to quit. She was a self-declared addict to Spencer Reid, and the latest weeks had been the best of her life. But she still felt she was walking on eggshells around Reid. She loved him so much, and she was scared, 'cos she thought she might say it too soon. Was it too soon considering they had known each other for the last five years? she had been in love with him for the last four and a half years. But yes, it was too soon.

They hadn't even had sex yet.

Sex with Reid. That was a thought that had kept her awake many nights. It kept coming to her mind, especially when he held her the way he was doing now. She could feel herself melting to his touch, and the idea of feeling his skin against hers, the idea of being naked with him. The thought of having him inside of her was too much to process. If kissing him was breathtaking, having sex with him had to be heaven.

- "So, happy birthday"- he repeated and smiled at her, still holding her tight but now staring at her blushed cheeks.

- "Thank you"- she giggled nervously and looked down

- "I hope you are hungry, ‘cos we've got a whole breakfast party ready for you"- she nodded, but neither of them moved- "Garcia really went overboard with everything she brought…"

Why would Reid hide the fact he had gotten half the things on that table? Something inside him kept forcing him to hide his true feelings for (Y/N) 'cos he was still sure she would reject him. Again, they had been into five dates, held hands, kissed, looked at each other with puppy eyes for hours over dinner. Why did he feel he needed to hide his feelings?

- "And maybe we could go out tonight…"- he whispered as they walked to the conference room- "I would love to take you out for dinner on your birthday"- (Y/N) turned to him with the brightest smile and nodded.

- “Sounds like an excellent plan”

- "And where's your present, pretty boy?"- Derek asked Reid frowning after (Y/N) finished opening all the presents the team had gotten her.

- "I…"- he had an awful excuse- "I left it at home, I'm sorry."

No one was ever going to believe that. He knew it

- "I was…. well, I had a lot of things to bring, and I left it on my table, but I'll bring it over later, ok?"- (Y/N) just nodded and smiled, thinking they had a date later. But the rest of the team was confused. Reid would never forget something. Never, eidetic memory, he was doomed.

- "Are you ok?"- JJ walked to him as they cleaned the table after breakfast and looked at him, worried.

- "Yeah, why?"

- "You look nervous"- Spencer even stuttered to answer

- "I, I, I'm not nervous, JJ, I don't know what you are talking about"

- "Spence, come on… tell me, what is it? What happened with (Y/N)? why didn't you bring the present you had for her?"

Reid sighed. He knew he could trust JJ. He was just… ashamed of sharing his feelings with someone.

- "I didn't forget it"- he whispered- "I want to give it to her later."

- "Later? when?"- he stayed quiet for a few seconds and then took a deep breath

- "Wehaveadatetonight"- Spencer slurred and closed his eyes, ‘cos he didn't want to look at JJ's face

- "What? Sorry, I couldn't understand that"- he sighed, frustrated

- "I said, we are goingoutonadatetonight"- it took her a second to understand it, but when she did, JJ wide opened her eyes and looked at her friend in shock- "Don't say a word"

- "But oh my god!! Spencer!"

- "Shh!! please don't say a word!"

- "Spence! It's huge! It's your first date!! When did it happen? when did you finally ask her?"

… And Spencer actually thought no one knew about his feelings.

- "It's not… our first date"- he whispered and looked at his shoes. JJ stood next to him in shock and hit his arm as her mouth fell open.

- "JJ, please, I'm just telling you ‘cos I trust you I don't want anyone else to know?"- he begged

- "How many dates so far?"

- "Six, including tonight."

- "Oh my god! are you two together??"- JJ was making her best not to yell, but she was in shock. However, she realized it was a sensitive subject for Spencer. She wanted to make her best not to make him feel uncomfortable.

- "We've been going out for a few weeks now, but…"- Spencer made a pause and sighed- "How do you know when you are in a relationship with someone?"

- "Usually, you talk about it… you haven't?"- his silence was too long, enough sign for JJ to get he hadn't had that conversation.

- "Ok, you should ask her, Spence. If you've been out on several dates already, it means she likes you the same way you like her."

- "But I love her…"- Reid looked at her friend with puppy eyes. He was honestly anxious about the whole situation and couldn't say another word.

- "She is crazy for you; you have to believe me"

- "I know she likes me, but it's nerve-wracking to feel you love someone who just likes you"

- "Believe me, Spence, she doesn't just like you"- he just sighed and nodded, not because he believed her, but because he didn't want to persuade that conversation. However, JJ wasn't going to let it go so quickly.

- "So… what did you get her?"

- "It's nothing, just something I thought she might like"- he tried to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.... like he wasn't freaking out. But he was dying inside.

- "What is it?"

- "A necklace…"- JJ nodded, surprised- "And a ring"- surprise was not enough to describe her face. Shock might have been closer. Yes, JJ was in shock.

- "Are you going to…"

- "No! no, no, I'm not, I mean, it's too soon to…. I just don't want her to feel pushed, I bought her the present months ago, and I never thought we were going to be … well, whatever it is that we are now… that's why I need to know where we are now… I don't want to blow it."

Spencer bit his inner lip and pouted. He was upset, he was having a hard time explaining his feelings and his mind, and most of all, a hard time sharing what he was feeling. JJ smiled at him and simply shook her head, with an honest, proud look in her eyes.

- "I know it sounds scary, but the only way to know is asking her"- he just nodded and let out a deep breath. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

(Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was glad no psycho killer had decided to start attacking innocent that night, ‘cos it meant she could actually go out on a date with Reid. Their sixth date. Usually, the sixth date meant sex for her. But she had no idea what it meant for Spencer, and she wasn't going to push him. She just couldn't shake the thought off her mind, but she had to. Thinking about sex with Reid was too much.

- "Wow"- that was all Spencer managed to say as soon as (Y/N) opened the door for him. He looked at her up and down. His eyes couldn't stop running through every inch of her skin. It was like the dress was hugging her body, wrapping her and following every curve of it. He couldn't believe someone so beautiful wanted to go out with him.

- "You look very handsome"- (Y/N) smiled and chuckled. Reid just shook his head and stared.

- "Come in, just let me get my purse and put on some shoes, and I'll be ready to go."

Spencer couldn't speak. He just nodded and watched her walking to her room. He couldn't even be subtle at that point. He couldn't and wouldn't stop staring. Not if she was going to look so hot.

The thought of having sex with his best friend was hunting his mind since they were on their third date. That was the very first time they made out on her couch. They hadn't even passed second base, but for Spencer, that had been enough to start fantasizing about how it would be, how it would felt, and… when it would be.

- "Buttercup?"- he asked and couldn't see (Y/N)'s wide smile as soon as she heard that word. She loved it when he called her cute names. It made her feel special and closer. She had always called him "honey" even before they started going out. After their second date, Spencer had finally seemed comfortable calling her that.

- "What is it, honey?"- she asked, walking out of her room, wearing her favorite shoes and carrying a tiny purse.

- "I just wanted to… give you your birthday present before we leave"- Spencer smiled at her, and she could tell he was nervous.

- "Sure… thank you, by the way."

- "I still haven't given you the present. Why are you thanking me for?"

- "‘Cos you organized the best breakfast celebration the BAU had ever seen"- she simply answered, and her smile stopped his heart for a second.

- "You deserve it"- he simply replied, standing right in front of her. He could only think about leaning in and kissing her, but he was so nervous, he just stared at her, feeling his hands sweating.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah, it's just that… sorry, you look stunning, and I can't stop looking at you"- (Y/N) felt her cheeks burning red in a second. Spencer Reid had just told her she was beautiful. That wasn't something she was used to, but she would gladly live the rest of her days hearing him saying it.

Slowly, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Spencer's neck and moved closer, not taking her eyes from his.

- "Can I ask for a birthday kiss?"- the way she whispered those words did things to Reid. Things he didn't know how to handle just yet. All he managed to do was to smile and reach her lips. It started like a sweet, loving kiss, but soon it changed. It was getting harder and harder for the two of them to hide their true feelings.

That kiss was screaming: "I love you." It was hungry and also filled with the deepest desire. It wasn't plain lust. It was the eagerness to feel the one you love as close as possible, for as long as possible.

- "Are these "birthday kisses" a limited edition, or can I keep asking for them for as long as I want?"- she murmured, rubbing her lips against his.

- "All the kisses you want, as long as you want them"- Spencer whispered and deepened the kiss as a soft moan left (Y/N)'s lips. That was music for him, the music he wanted to listen to all day long, if possible.

They had saved way too many kisses during those years. They could kiss forever, just to catch up. But there were dinner reservations and a present in between. So the kisses had to wait a little bit.

- "I got you this"- Spencer whispered and moved his lips from hers, smiling at the soft whine that came from her as soon as he did.

- "I thought about you when I saw them a few months ago ‘cos I knew you would love them, and I've been saving them for today"- he opened his satchel and handed her a small box.

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) was blushing, trying not to show she was so nervous. It wasn't just because of all the kisses. It was because now she knew he had thought about her months ago, and got her a present. That was melting her.

(Y/N) was speechless when she opened the box. She looked at him. He was blushed and excited at the same time.

- "Spencer… you shouldn't have"

- "You deserve to have these; do you like them?"

- "Of course I do, you were right, I love them… would you?"- (Y/N) handed Spencer the necklace, and he clasped it around her neck. She looked at the ring and smiled, sliding it in her finger.

- "I didn't want you to feel I'm pushing you to…"

- "No, honey, it's ok. I know you didn't mean anything like that"- she was blushing as well, but loving the gesture- "It's beautiful, Spencer."

- "No, you are beautiful"- (Y/N) giggled at his words and sighed

- "No, you are beautiful"- she repeated and hugged him again.

Spencer looked at her in adoration and ran his fingers sweet and carefully down her rosy cheeks.

- "I... wanted to ask you something"

- "What is it?"- that was it. It was now or never for Spencer.

- "Do you… want… do you want to be…"- Spencer was trying to say it without stuttering- "Would you be my girlfriend?"- her smile made him sigh relieved, as she leaned in and kissed him softly.

- "Of course I would…"- he held her closer and pecked her lips once, twice, three, four times, before cupping her face with both hands, deepening the kiss.

- "Do you want to know something funny?"- she whispered when Spencer rested his forehead on hers and looked at her in adoration

- "What?"

- "That was my birthday wish."

- "What?"

- "I wished you'd ask me to be your girlfriend."

Reid smiled and sighed. He held her hand and kissed it, speechless, thinking he had been a fool for holding that question for so long.

- "Do you want to know what I wish for right now?"- she whispered and smiled- "I'm wishing we were having dinner 'cos I'm starving."

Spencer chuckled and shook his head.

- "Come on, Buttercup, let's get you the best birthday dinner"- he walked with her to the door but stopped when he felt her pulling his arm.

- "And do you think we could come back here after dinner?"

- "Sure, what do you have in mind? Wanna watch a movie?"- but she shook her head.

- "I wanna kiss you until I can't move my lips anymore"- she confessed- "Now that you are my boyfriend, I think I can say those kinds of things, right?

Reid was in shock, his mouth hanging open, his red cheeks burning. And his girlfriend - he loved the idea of calling her that - smiling in front of him.

- "Would you like to do that, doctor?"

- "What if we ask for take-outs and stay on that couch all night long?"- he simply answered, finally not overthinking every word.

- "I thought you would never ask."

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creativeskullcreations · 2 years

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Sleeping Positions

Uzi keeps waking up in N's arms. This is really annoying, since N tends to recharge upside down.

Murder Drones fic, since we need more of those around. I wrote this with the intent of it being purely platonic, but it can also be read as ship/pre-ship if you're into N/Uzi.

Also I have a few more ideas for Murder Drones fics, including two longer, multi-chapter fics. So keep an eye out for those. :D

Uzi wasn't too edgy to not admit she freaked out the first time she woke up in N's arms. To be fair, anyone would when they go to sleep on the floor, and wake up hanging upside down from the rafters.

So she freaked out, accidentally slapping N awake, where upon he dropped her on the floor. She laid there for a moment, dazed, while N dropped into a defensive position beside her, claws and wings out and large X flashing onto his visor. He blinked, eyes returning to normal, when he realized they were not actually under attack. "Wha...?" He stood up, rubbing at his head. "Why'd you wake me up?"

"Why were you clinging to me like that?!" Uzi countered, standing up and brushing herself off. She grabbed and put on her hat before fixing N with a glare.

"I..." His eyes darted around the room, never really landing on her as his face sparked with embarrassment. "I-it's dangerous around here!"

"How? J's dead and V's still tied up!" A pause, as she remembered his crush on the psychotic Disassembly Drone. "Right?"

"Obviously!" He rubbed the back of his head. "It's just... she's pretty strong. She... she might get out. And she really doesn't like you." They'd both heard the threats she'd screamed at them from her prison. Her voice had echoed through the spire before N had finally found something to gag her with. "So. It's just... it's just not safe?"

"And that makes it OK to hang me upside down like that?" No answer, just N looking anywhere but at her, sheepish expression stuck on his face. "Just... go back to recharging. I've got work to do."

And with that, she made her way down to where the landing pod was. N watched her go before flying back up to the rafters.

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The second time it happened, Uzi didn't freak out quite as bad. She had almost been expecting it, but it had been more than a week since the last time so it did catch her off guard. And, even besides that, coming out of recharge upside down was... not pleasant.

She squirmed and pushed against his hold, but he had apparently locked himself in place to keep her from falling again. One hand on the back of her head, the other around her waist, and his legs were locked around hers. His wings cocooned them both, while his tail was wrapped around the rafter. They swayed gently from the force of her movements, but she was otherwise quite stuck there for now.

She managed to crane her head around and yep! His visor was blank, and the lights on his weird headband were dark. Sighing, she let her head thunk against his chest, not willing to try and wake him up to get out of this.

At least it was warm, she mused as she checked her internal temperatures. A little higher than average from being so close to the constantly overheating Drone for who knew how long, and yet it was oddly... nice. Comforting almost, as she hung there, clutched to him.

It had been a while, since anyone held her so... protectively. Or at all. Not since her mother-

She shook her head, annoyed at herself for almost slipping back into recharge. She had a landing pod to fix up, and other work to do besides that.

So, with one final shove, she managed to finally slip out of N's grip, landing a lot better than she had the last time. The Disassembly Drone barely stirred, only curling in tighter now that she wasn't in the way. Satisfied that he'd stay like that until nightfall, she set about gathering her tools.

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The third time it happened, Uzi had stayed awake and was waiting for him at dawn. She'd been doing so since the last time, but so far every time dawn had come he'd simply set himself to recharge.

But this time she had listened to him wander around for a while, muttering quietly to himself. He paced for a bit before stopping by the mattress they'd dragged up there for her to recharge on. He stood over her for long enough that Uzi started getting nervous about his intentions. So when he leaned down, starting to pick her up, she snapped her visor on and smacked him in the face with her hat.

He yelped, stumbling back as she dropped the few inches back onto the mattress. "That's what you get!" She yelled, throwing the hat so it smacked him in the face a second time. He scrambled to catch it, a truly shocked look on his visor.

"I- Y-you're supposed to be recharging!" A look of realization flashed across his visor. "Have you been staying awake every night?! Uzi, that's bad! You need to recharge!"

"So?! I'd like to wake up without you clinging to me like a... a...!" She didn't have a good comparison, actually. Luckily, N didn't notice as he started going on the defensive.

"I told you before, it's dangerous for both of us to recharge at the same time! V could get free, and-and we wouldn't know it!" He threw the hat down in something like frustration, an emotion she hadn't seen on him before. It was... she didn't want to use the word scary, but it really kind of was.

"I think we'd notice if V managed to get herself free." Uzi managed to point out with false confidence. When there was no real reaction from N, she turned and flopped back onto the mattress. Silence followed, with still no movement behind her. With a sigh she scooted over and patted the spot behind her in invitation.

She refused to actually talk about this, it went against the whole angsty rebellious teen shtick she had going for her. And it would be awkward as hell, and could mess up the nice little thing they had going for them. But she could at least try and compromise, if it made him feel better.

It took another minute before she felt the mattress dip from his weight, and a arm snake around and pull her to his too warm chest. Idly, she wondered when the last time he hunted for himself was, or if he was taking oil from the many still full corpses in the Spire. She knew he was making sure V got what she needed, but she never saw him feed himself. So she couldn't help the small bit of worry that he wasn't taking care of himself.

But, that was a conversation for later. He was right when he said she needed to recharge. She'd been low on energy all week, and it had made working more difficult. And between the warmth and comfort she felt, she quickly slipped into recharge, unable to fight it even if she wanted to.

N meanwhile was stuck wondering just when he started to worry about Uzi so much. She could take care of herself, his regrown head could definitely attest to that. Yet one night he'd looked down at her unconscious form and had been overcome with a visceral need to protect her. It had him worried that something had gone screwy with his programming. That J was right and he had been corrupted like all the Worker Drones on the planet.

'Well, if this really is a corruption, I don't want to fix it.' He stubbornly, traitorously, thought, pulling Uzi closer and laying a protective wing over them both. His tail wound around one of her legs, careful not to touch her with the stinger. 'Uzi's the one good thing about this place. I won't let anyone hurt her again.'

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